I want to update my status on Facebook to complain about my new dishwasher and the fact that it is doing the same thing that caused my old dishwasher to meet its end. I want to complain because my kids piled in my bed while I was on the phone and now there is no room for me.
I can't.
People I love are struggling at this very moment with things much larger than my annoyances. Their hearts are breaking. Their hearts are stopping. Who cares about the sand on my dishes? Really? I'm not sure I even care that much, except every dish I own is dirty and I haven't perfected my "making a cup out of a piece of paper" trick yet. Still, I have dishes to complain about, and electricity and water, even though the combination doesn't seem to be working as flawlessly as I think it should. Poor me.
This is such a broken world, home to unspeakable pain and struggle. And yet, there is such beauty hidden in the oddest of places. It's what I wish for the ones I love who are hurting, that beauty will find them where they least expect it. For me, tonight, that will be singing along quietly to a mellow song as I hand-wash dishes for my family's breakfast tomorrow.
Breakfast with my wild, loud, quirky family. I figure things don't get much more beautiful than that.
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